They pulled in just behind the bridgeHe lays her down, he frowns"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"He kissed her then and thereShe took his ring, took his babiesIt took him minutes, took her nowhereHeaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

All nightShe wants the young AmericanYoung American, young American, she wants the young AmericanAll rightShe wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture windowShe finds the slinky vagabondHe coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, butHeaven forbid, she'll take anythingBut the freak, and his type, all for nothingMisses a step and cuts his hand, butShowing nothing, he swoops like a songShe cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

All nightShe wants a young AmericanYoung American, young American, she wants the young AmericanAll rightShe wants the young American

All the way from WashingtonHer bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor"We live for just these twenty yearsDo we have to die for the fifty more?"

All nightHe wants the young AmericanYoung American, young American, he wants the young AmericanAll rightHe wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?Do you remember, the bills you have to payFor even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'boutLeather, leather everywhere, andNot a myth left from the ghettoWell, well, well, would you carry a razorIn case, just in case of depression?Sit on your hands on a bus of survivorsBlushing at all the afro-SheilasAin't that close to love?Well, ain't that poster love?Well, it ain't that Barbie dollHer heart's been broken just like you have

All nightAll night was a young AmericanYoung American, young American, you want the young AmericanAll rightAll right you want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustlerA pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a ChryslerBlack's got respect, and white's got his Soul TrainMama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh boy)I got a suite and you got defeatAin't there a man you can say no more? And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?Ain't there one damn song that can make meBreak down and cry?

All nightI want the young AmericanYoung American, young American, I want the young AmericanAll rightI want the young American, young American whoa whoa

Young American, young AmericanI want what you wantI want what you wantYou want moreI want youYou want I I want youI want what you wantBut you want what you wantYou want I I want youAnd all I want is a young AmericanYoung American